"Pot 318 has been confirmed to have breached containment procedures at 6:30 p.m. today. The status is confirmed as 'germinated' by means of a video image. ”

"Due to the danger and containment difficulty of germinated objects, as of 6:30, the difficulty of survival within a radius of 2 kilometers near Site-4 has been reclassified as Level 3."

"Please evacuate outside the yellow line as soon as possible and do not close the door when leaving."

"New containment procedures have been put in place, and sufficient fertilizer is to be delivered to Site-4 in the shortest possible time to guide the germinated pots back to their intended containment locations. The estimated completion time is 12 o'clock tonight. ”

"Please do not return to duty until containment is complete."

"Do not engage in any form of interaction or communication with fertilizers."

"The following is the detailed information of the No. 318 flower pot, please pay attention to safety."

Bai Buzhi was confused.

What breach of containment? Can you run with long legs? Will the pots sprout?

How difficult is it to survive? Talking to fertilizer? What are the details of the pot?

Dude is sick like this, you should be able to see a mermaid, right?

Spit and complain, he still habitually pulls down.

His fingers froze when he saw what was next.

"Pot 318 is a 20-year-old woman with a height of 161cm and a weight of 45kg."

"He wears a loose-fitting bright orange long-sleeved crewneck top with neon green '318' lettering on the chest, front and back with glow-in-the-dark numerals, and white loose flared pants with neon green '318' repeating on the seams. He wears white cloth shoes with fluorescent green stripes on the upper for easy identification. ”

"Please note: below this line is a photo of pot 318."

Bai Buzhi once again played the shortcomings of his eyes faster than his brain and his hands faster than his eyes, and slid to the bottom, and the next second his pupils shook violently, and his hand shook and almost smashed the terminal directly.

Fuck it.

What pots?

The picture is of a woman.

More precisely, a female corpse in a supine state.

If it weren't for the above information, no one would have thought of adjectives like "45kg" and "loose", because the corpse has already begun to take on the view of giants.

161 is 90 pounds tall and weighs in reality, which is considered a slender figure, but the corpse in the photo is not like this, it looks like an inflated balloon, holding the originally loose clothes and pants tightly, and the seams look like they are about to burst at any time.

Her face, on the other hand, was so swollen that she couldn't see what it was, and the balloon-like puffy surface was as white as paper, and in many places it was an unclean and miserable green.

But in such an uneasy state of death, her eyes were open, and her tongue was sticking out.

She lies in the photograph, her protruding eyes staring at the camera, as if she are looking at someone outside the paper.

With this picture as proof, it's hard for Bai Buzhi to believe that the text content is just a group text message from a madman.

- Flower pots?

- Germination???

Who is this "gardener" who is messaging? What is he doing this for?

And containment breaches, is that what he thinks?

The corpse, which had escaped from where it was lying and was so dangerous that the recipient needed to evacuate the ...... immediately?

Is it a corpse? Zombie? Or is it because of the effect of some "germination"? Flower pots, they use dead people as flower pots?

In a short moment, thousands of worse and worse imaginations flashed through his mind, but his fingers froze there slowly, and after a long time, he slipped back to a position where there was no picture.

The horrific appearance of the corpse in the picture is still firmly engraved on his retina like a brand, as if he can smell the peculiar stench of the corpse's decay.

Bai Buzhi took a deep breath.

But what is he going to do now? Do you want to go back? The lights behind him were really out.

Forward? If this is not a madman, it is really a different world full of cult elements, and he should immediately withdraw to the outside of the yellow line according to the instructions above!

Bai Buzhi raised his head blankly.

Perhaps in order to alleviate the feeling of pressure at the moment, his brain even took the time to come up with "It would be nice if this was in the game, how can you be so brave in the game and be so cowardly when you reach the third dimension", thinking of this, the corners of his mouth moved.

But in the next second, he couldn't laugh at all.

I don't know when, the fog has actually lifted.

The place where he was standing was not at all the school where he had been for three and a half years, nor was it any place he had been.

It is an open square with huge bright searchlights standing at intervals of tens of meters.

And in the distance, illuminated by a searchlight, where was the wall or dormitory he was looking for?

It was a very strange-looking building, with a smooth and reflective surface, which seemed to be made of metal, without a single window, except for an open door on the ground floor.

The edge of the futuristic techno-style building is marked with "Site-04" in blood-colored lettering.

Translated into Chinese, that's what was said in that message...... Site 4.

Bai Buzhi sighed in his heart.

He dared to take Qin Zhiyuan's hands and guarantee that there was absolutely no such thing in the school.

Space doesn't exist anymore.

So...... Science doesn't exist anymore.

This means that what the text message says, no matter how weird it is, is likely to be true!

In contrast, Bai Buzhi would rather go back to the world without lights, anyway, he still has electricity in the terminal, and it is not a big problem to use it as a flashlight.

Stay here, who knows if you'll run into that perverted gardener's horrible flower pot!

He was about to run away with his feet up, when suddenly something grabbed him by the arm.

Bai didn't know how to be surprised. This surprise was not trivial, and the neck he turned his head to see was almost broken by himself-

Behind him stood a humanoid creature at this time.

Whether it is from the limbs, facial features or clothing, it is indeed a human being.

It's just that his eyes are gone, his nose doesn't know where he went, his lips and teeth are gone, his flat face is only a few hideous and terrifying black holes, and the remaining skin is like a long-standing wall, and even his scalp is as incomplete as if it had been pickled.

The thing stretched out its charred hand as if it had been burned by fire, and held the white and unknown forearm.

You can see your tongue squirming in the hole that used to be your "mouth", but Shiro can't hear what it's trying to say.

He couldn't listen either.

The only thing he could think of was to use his other hand to snatch the dead man's arm from his body, and then run away as fast as he could in his life, without looking back!

Behind him a hoarse "ah-" cry, the last cry of the creature with only its vocal cords left.

And, not much slower than him, limping footsteps!

Bai didn't know that his hair stood on end. And he noticed that with this cry, more figures seemed to be coming in his direction.

He had nowhere to run.